It's odd isn't it, that holidaying can prove stressful at first. Where to eat, what to do and when to do it lead to endless debates, "No I don't mind, honestly..." and they can seem overwhelming. I'm hoping I'm not alone in admitting that holidays can take a while to adjust to!
When I was a young adult my mother would describe me as "eccentric", and now I'm an older adult these same behaviours get labelled "creative". If you'd asked me when I was younger to explain why I saw the world in the way I did, I'd mumble something about having "a busy brain". I felt that my thoughts never stopped, and that they were bubbling up and out of me. I love this about me; I've been raised to value intelligence and curiousity, but the downside is that I struggle to 'chill the fuck out'.
So I'm nearing the end of day 3, and I'm finally finding my groove I think. I've started to feel like the I understand Bali a little, that I know what options we have, and what we want to do while we're here. I've started to think about work less, and be a little more ok with not doing much.
The weather is glorious, and hour long massages are about £6-£12 a pop. In three days I've had four, and I'm not ashamed. There is healthy food, cheap taxis and so much to see and do.
I promise I'll write more coherently once I've settled in some more; and share advice and experiences, but for now, I'm sticking to what my bio says at the top, and just sharing my life in the retro kind of blogging way. No fancy posed pictures while wistfully watching a sunset from this blogger, oh no.
Right, I'm off to book some tickets to the water park. Catch you on the other side.